Saturday, 16 February 2013

So I'm not following the standard recipe...

Every so often, my North Dakotan ancestry manifests itself in ways other than wearing tropical attire in what passes for the dead of winter around here and laughing at the bundled-up Californians.

Being somewhat draggy and uninspired today (seems like I've had a slow-motion case of the flu the past couple of weeks), but figuring I'll be hungry sometime in the afternoon, I developed an inexplicable hankering for hotdish.

Following the origins of the form rather than the stylized modern incarnation: what do I have that looks like hotdish ingredients?